i was on line with my son in Uk when he suddenly sent me a copy of the notice pinned to the gate of Buck House. I thought he was winding me up as we'd just been discussing the fact of how frail she'd looked just 2 days previous. Obviously he wasn't.
I can remember the old King dying and how upset and surprised my parents had been, even though I was only 6 or 7. They explained who he was and why it was so important.
My next recollection was of being sat with several other kids on the floor, parents sat in a collection of chairs brought with them, in front of the only TV in the street. Curtains were drawn and we sat watching in speckly B&W, the whole Coronation. We were fed sandwiches and lemonade to keep us quiet, which we were as we knew we'd be in serious trouble if we weren't.
I look back to that time and to the many, many things which have happened in the World since then and know there will never be her like again...